‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. I love my husband. And this clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill. . Lucy looked at her with a small measure of pity. “I’m damned if I’ll believe it,” he muttered to himself savagely. “I have scarcely left his side. She—She can snub him. His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage.
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